213 Set out again
After returning from Tianguang Temple, Sun Sicheng met Fang Ming.
Fang Ming was envious and jealous of He Jin. The two were about the same age, and had followed their master when they were about the same age. Seeing He Jin now going in and out with his master, free and easy, while he himself was followed by so many people, he was annoyed to death.
"My Lord, please have mercy on me. I want to follow you too."
Sun Sicheng chuckled: "Let's have dinner together. After dinner, I will ask He Jin to teach you a new skill that I learned from saving people safely."
Fang Ming was a martial arts fanatic, and he immediately grinned: "Got it, young master."
Then he turned to He Jin and asked: "When did you learn it, and what technique did you use?"
He Jin laughed and said, "Wanli learned it earlier than me. I only learned it two years ago. I am older now and my body is not as flexible as before."
He looked at the large courtyard in front of him and pulled Ping An: "Master Ping An, you give it a try. Xiao Wu said you are the best at snow walking."
This is the fact. Ping An doesn't understand it either. Xiao Wu and Ruyi are the best at Qinggong, but Taxing on Snow is not as good as he has practiced. It may be related to the dream, but it is not convenient to say it out.
Ping An was not pretentious and demonstrated his skill of walking on snow on the spot. It was as if a person was floating on the ground, and his footsteps were as light as a bird in the sky. In a flash, he disappeared.
Ping An went to his room.
Sun Sicheng laughed out loud. The child was busy washing up. It was too clean, but he liked it.
Fang Ming couldn't come back to his senses for a long time: "This technique is good, much more powerful than what we learned before, Master, can't you let Master Ping An teach me?"
"Ping An will go to Lin Feng's hometown early tomorrow morning. Xiao Wu and Ru Yi will follow. He Jin has learned well. You have been practicing martial arts for so long but still don't know how to do it? It's easy to learn, but you have to rely on yourself to learn well. Pick your right-hand men to teach a few people. You don't have to teach everyone."
"I know this, and I will definitely not spread it around."
People passed the secret book to Young Master Ping An because he saved their lives. Logically, Young Master Ping An did not need to pass it on to them. The reason why the secret book is a secret book is that few people have passed it on.
After dinner, Ping'an went into his room. Before leaving, his teacher assigned him a lot of homework. He was to write a poem every two days, based on his feelings. It was not difficult.
The policy essay should be written every two days, and each essay should be no less than 600 words, which is a bit difficult.
In addition to this, there are several other books I need to read, and the teacher would check them when I got back. After studying with the teacher for three or four years, I was hit on the hand several times because I occasionally made careless mistakes in writing words.
To be honest, it was written in simplified characters, which means it is missing some parts in today's terms.
The teacher never showed any mercy in this regard. It was useless to ask the master for help. He had punished us by standing in the corner for an hour.
In the study, Sun Sicheng, He Jin, Wu Qi and Fang Ming discussed the matter all night.
Fang Ming said seriously, "We have been fighting for two years, and we have to start a big fight. Young Master, you should not go to the northern border. It is too dangerous. The Mongolians are big and strong, and very barbaric."
Wu Qi and He Jin both agreed with this point. Baicaotang was well-known, and when the country was in trouble, they could donate money and materials. It was not necessary for the eldest son to go to the front line in person.
"Military Doctor Sun is my cousin. He has been in the border town for more than 20 years and he is fine. I took Ping An there and came back in a year at most. I taught the young military doctors and practiced my skills at the same time. There are still very few serious injuries in the medical clinic."
Fang Ming said, "Master, take me with you. I will find someone to take care of the Medicine Valley for me."
Sun Sicheng shook his head and said, "No, neither you nor your brother can do it. It's not just the Medicine Valley, there are also large and small industries nearby. So many people need to eat and support their families, especially in a year like this. You and Wu Qi are indispensable. You have to manage the two nearby prefectures, not just Yangcheng."
Wu Qi patted Fang Ming's shoulder and said, "Brother, let's stay here and let the eldest master worry less. The war is about to start and we are still far from prepared. After listening to the eldest master's words yesterday, I dare not delay for a moment."
Fang Ming nodded. Just as the eldest master said, there was also a war in the southwest. The Great Zhou might be in chaos. The burden on him and Wu Qi would be very heavy.
Ping'an, He Jin, Xiao Wu and seven or eight other people set out at dawn. Lin Feng's hometown is said to be Yangzhou City, but it is not close to here and it would take a whole day by carriage. They brought tents and will camp near the destination tonight. No inn will let you stay if you bring a coffin.
The Wang family team of six people were waiting at the city gate, driving three mule carts with three brand new coffins on them.
He Jin stopped the carriage and got off with Ping An and the others.
Ping'an greeted the Wang family and handed over a purse. Wu Qi had already paid for the reburial expenses, and this was an extra tip from Ping'an as the host.
"Uncle Wang, I'm sorry to bother you with my brother's family matters."
Boss Wang took it with both hands. As soon as he touched it, he knew it was silver, and a lot of it. He was very happy: "No trouble, no trouble, thank you for the reward, young master."
Lin Feng walked over, knelt down in front of the Wang family, and kowtowed three times.
This courtesy was a must, and the Wang family members accepted it calmly, and then pulled the man up: "Sir, let's go. The journey is not short. We will camp near the tomb tonight. You can stay in an inn in the nearest town."
He Jin thought the same thing. Master Ping An didn't have to suffer this, but Lin Feng had to accompany him at the grave.
Ping An nodded. It was hard to say now. Lin Feng said that the nearest town was more than ten miles away from his hometown. It depended on when they would arrive. In fact, he couldn't bear to let Lin Feng guard the tomb alone. He was only one year older than him and was not even thirteen years old.
"Let's go, Uncle He. When we get to the nearest county town, ask Uncle Wang what Lin Feng needs to prepare. Be prepared."
Uncle Wang nodded and said, "Of course. I'll ask my son to go with me to make the arrangements. There are some tricks to relocating the burial site."
Since the young boss was polite, he would naturally be polite too. People’s hearts are rewarded with kindness.
"Uncle Wang, you have a lump on your neck. It doesn't hurt but it's a nuisance. I'll ask a master to help you get rid of it when I come back this time."
"Young Master, I went to Baicaotang, and the doctor said that this can't be cured with medicine, and it needs to be cut with a knife. There is flesh inside, not pus."
"Uncle, what the doctor said is true. Once we get things done, we'll have to leave soon. You have to think about it in the next two days. My master happens to be in the city. If you don't get rid of this thing, it will grow back, which will be uncomfortable and bad for your health."
This is a large lipoma. It looks benign, but if it grows too big it will affect life. For example, this uncle's head is a little crooked now.
"Young Master is here too? Okay, okay, I'll go to Baicaotang as soon as I get back. This lump is really bothering me now. It hurts sometimes. It's a lot bigger this year than last year."
The eldest son of the Wang family was delighted: "Young Master, my name is Wang Quan. You must help me cure my father's condition. My mother is so worried that she can't sleep well at night."
Ping An smiled and said, "Okay, Brother Wang Quan, let's get going."
In fact, he could have come back and told her about it. He was talking about it now just because he wanted the Wang family to be more attentive.
The matter of Lin Feng's family is very time-sensitive and there is no room for delay.
The old abbot said that he predicted an accident in the southwest. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but the master believes it. If it’s true, the Great Zhou will probably have a hard time this time.
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